Julie

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My darling Blanche,

Your letters become ever more exciting and I pray they will continue to do so! What a pet you are to tell me all. I cherish every sentence that you write and cannot tell you how many times I have read your latest until I know most of it by heart. I am sure this can do me no harm at all and in fact will improve my education quite free of charge! I long to hear of the naughty novel you mentioned. Will you tell me all about it? I have never read one, as you know, nor even had sight of one (poor Mama would faint if she knew they even existed, I am sure), and so I am all agog to know what it will contain and if it really has some very naughty words in it. Alas, dear Edward departed shortly after I had written to you and made no other attempt to capture me, but only, I am sure, because he feared discovery. He looked at me most longingly several times. I did not know whether to be bold with my eyes or not and dearly needed your advice-or Madams! Already, however, you have awoken my inquisitiveness and I have benefited much therefrom. Indeed, I may even cock a snook at you, as they say, for you must believe me when I say that I have seen a man's THING! Until now I had only seen my younger brothers and that very limp and small when he has run into the bushes in the garden to piddle. Mama scolded me for looking, which of course made me want to do so all the more. That was three years ago, but now that Dick is sixteen I am sure it has grown bigger and for the reason I shall now tell you. Our valets name, as you know, is John, and quite a fine young man he is, though rather rough of tongue when below stairs, I hear. It happened that I ventured down to the pantry when Mama and Papa were out. I know not why I did save out of curiosity and was rewarded for my inquisitiveness. Fortunately, I had approached quietly along the passageway when I heard a sound as of a girl giggling. In truth it was Milly, the kitchen maid. She stood in the doorway with her back to the framework and John close upon her.

The wicked fellows hand was so far up under her skirt that I could see her knees so that I knew his fingers must be about her thighs, for his wrist was hidden underneath the folds. At that moment John was half turned away from me and fondling her, kissing her neck, while she was saying, “Oh, get off with you,” though did not mean it, I am sure, for her bottom moved most restlessly in a way that made her appear excited rather than put out. I, concealed in the shadow of an alcove which in turn is also partly hidden by a tall cupboard, saw all. What will you think of me when I say that amidst his amourous endeavours, John turned his body more towards me and from his opened trousers exhibited the most MONSTROUS thing, oh so long and thick and with a bulbous gleaming head-quite ten times the size of my brother's when I had last seen it! Amid his kissing-and he succeeded despite her giggles in capturing her mouth now and then-he attempted to place her fingers around it. Indeed, I Saw her distinctly touch it! You can imagine that I trembled all over at such a sight and would have given much to have seen more, for his thing was so upstanding and stiff that I could scarcely recognise it for the little limp thing I had seen of Dick's. I heard him then murmur to Milly to take hold of it and rub it, but she squirming all about would not, and then all was spoiled by the sudden calling of cook for Milly, who, poor girl, jumped and pushed and struggled and made her hurried way past into the pantry, pushing her skirt down as she went and leaving John all with his monster still displayed! At this, of course, I grew afeared that he might see me and huddled back into the shadows of the alcove. He, however, looked bemused and began to fumble with himself until with some effort he was able to tuck the big stiff thing back into his trousers. Cook's voice was heard again berating Milly for her absence, the which made John hurry away. Indeed, he passed me within two feet or so and I quiet as a tortoise, seeing the cloth of his trousers straining out! What big things men have-or are they not all the same? Oh, I could almost JUMP up and down with impatience at being so “h'ignorant” as our coachman, Jervis, often says of other servants! It was such a lovely, juicy one, Blanche, really, though I am sure you will think this a very feeble little tale in comparison with your own.

Would I be as Milly was and be afraid to touch one? Does your naughty novel say things like this? Believe me, I shall stand at the window watching for the postman every day for the next fortnight until I hear from you again. Do not spare your pen, I beg you!

Ever your loving Ethel

Darling Ethel,

Oh, how delighted I was to hear of your adventure! Yes indeed you have the better of me-so far? How big was it really? Madam says they can be as big as nine or ten inches long and as thick as your wrist or mine! Can you imagine!

But of course you can, how foolish of me, for you have had the privilege of seeing the real thing whereas, poor me, I have seen only drawings and photographs. Yes, photographs which I can hardly bring myself to describe to you, so saucy and so wicked are they with gentlemen actually putting their pricks, or their cocks, into a girl's quim or, would you believe, much more naughtily in her bottom!

But still, I must to my other duty to you for you asked me to tell you all I possibly can about Le Demi-Monde des Jeune Filles. As an exercise which was put upon us during French written lessons, I have translated a little part of it, though I confess my translation was not entirely up to scratch and so I have cheated a little by sending you now that which I wrote down together with Madam's much more learned corrections. One gentleman in the novel is a certain Cesar Blonde, a writer of erotic and lustful poems, about forty years of age. He encounters a most fetching young lady of but eighteen, half Italian, half French, whose name is Bianca. In talking with her at a dinner party he discovers by experimental squeezing of her thighs beneath the tablecloth that in spite of her assumed air of innocence she is fully alive to the pleasures of sensuality. So, my dear, they arrange a rendezvous for the next day and Bianca arrives very prettily dressed, for knowing what is likely to happen from all the compliments he has showered upon her and the wicked suggestions he has made, she displays special care over her dress, her coiffeur and her toilette. Arriving at his house, he plies her with liqueurs and kisses her passionately. Pretending at first to be coy, Bianca nevertheless thrills to the sensation of his hand creeping up beneath her skirt, whereat he discovers to his immense delight that she has paid him the very fine compliment of omitting to wear any drawers! Soon, then, his hand is cupping the furry nest of her pussy while her own impudent fingers toy up and down along the huge bulge in his trousers.

Having so exchanged their first libertine caresses, Cesar leads the flushed maiden upstairs to his huge bedroom, the walls of which are in part panelled with full-length mirrors in order that whatever takes place upon the bed may be viewed by the participants. On another wall are reproductions of paintings of the most lascivious kind.

Standing side by side they inspect them while his hand “caresses the warm and bulbous promise of her breasts and bottom.” Bianca, who has never seen such vivid depictions before, “palpitated madly as her eyes came upon a painting that showed Leda yielding to the swan.

Another depicted Jupiter in the form of a bull inserting his immense prick into the fulsome nest of Europa. Blushing and wriggling amourously as Cesar's hand delved up beneath the back of her gown to fondle the bare cheeks of her bottom, Bianca finally gazed with a voluptuous stirring of her hips upon a scene wherein Lot was lying half-drunk on his back with one of his daughters seated at his knees and toying with his rigid member while the other offered her swollen nipples to his lips.” Having fully awoken his young partner's body and imagination, Cesar divests her of all her clothing save for her long black kid gloves, her silk stockings and shoes, “for as an experienced sensualist such a bewitching state of undress excited his lust far more than if she were merely naked.” Madam agrees with that entirely, by the way! But to continue, Cesar then lays her on the bed and strips in turn. “Her nipples drawn to fine points of fire, and all her youthful innocence of the realities of desire falling rapidly away from her, Bianca saw with wondering eyes the stark protrusion of Cesar's thick, wagging penis and his heavy balls beneath. For a moment she wilted at the sight and made as if to roll off the bed, but he with a victorious laugh was quick upon her, forcing her delicious young curves to wriggle wantonly beneath his hard male form.

“Scarce able to breathe for excitement, Bianca exchanged the wildest of kisses with him, joining her tongue to his the while that his fingers foraged in her plump nest and her own dared to engage themselves with the throbbing rod of his desire. Little moans broke from her mouth and her bottom began to work eagerly in response not only to their mutual caressing but to the hot words of love he poured into her ear. Panting with desire, Bianca permitted him to part her thighs widely so as to settle her firmly on her back in order to receive her first stallion. Then a moment of panic seized her as he rolled upon her, allowing his fervent tool to throb upon her smooth and silky belly. Bianca commenced to struggle feebly, but Cesar being much the stronger was perfectly well accustomed to mastering young girls once he had brought them to a certain pitch of excitement.

“'What will you do?' she moaned, feeling the swollen crest of his rammer gliding back down until it nudged the pouting lips of her cunt.

“'Let us fuck, my love. Have you not been fucked before?' asked her swain with some amusement. “'N… n… no!' gasped Bianca, who knew not now whether she wanted to or not. In such a situation, the sweet girl was of course given no further option and with but little effort Cesar grunted his satisfaction in being accorded such a divinely curved young creature and succeeded in inserting the knob of his prick between the moist lips of her quim. At that, Bianca uttered a little cry and arched her back, all unknowing as she did so that this but aided the efforts of her stallion, who thereby was enabled to push up a full four inches of his throbbing tool into her cunny.

“Even then, Bianca beat feebly with her fists at his muscular shoulders, moaning and bucking her bottom in such wise that Cesar knew her to be well on heat and ready for the joust, despite all her pretences. Even as her face twisted petulantly from side to side so he urged his penis up within her narrow channel inch by inch while drawing amourously with his lips upon her quivering nipples.

“Oooh-woooh-woooh!” Bianca sobbed, or made great pretence of doing so. Inwardly however she was thrilled to the core at finding Cesar's throbbing weapon so smoothly inserted up her quim and causing her belly to tremor with ecstatic thrills. Her shapely legs stirred all about, her tightly stockinged thighs rasping to the flesh of his own as-with his full lodgement well secured in her silken purse-Cesar commenced to pound her pestle. “At that, Bianca more fully awoke as from a dream. Her tummy seemed to be filled with fire, her ardent bottom grinding upon the coverlet of the great bed as her first champion commenced to ride her. Fortunate was she perhaps that Cesar was a master of the art, for he was neither too fast nor too slow in his endeavours and with every inward and outward surging of his well-sheathed tool he poured words of adoration and of erotic bliss into her velvet ears, imploring her to answer him in kind. “At first, Bianca could only stammer against his passionate lips the while she drew with ardour on his cock, which was causing her such exquisite thrills. Then, casting the last veils of her modesty aside, she commenced to answer him in kind, saying in turn such words as he, thus cock and balls and fucking-to, of course, his perfect delight, for like all lustful males, Cesar adored hearing such words hotly whispered by a maiden. 'How many cocks will you have in this hot little cunt of yours, my love?' he asked coarsely in the rising of his passion. Unable to reply, with her hard-nippled tits rearing beneath his manly chest, Bianca's mind was itself too clouded by desire to find reply, though curiously enough she thrilled divinely to such a wanton question, the like of which she had never thought of before.

Being beseeched then to raise her black-stockinged legs and wind them around the hips of her possessor, she did so while clasping her arms equally about his brawny shoulders. All then seemed to dissolve in her. The very room appeared to be fogged in a deep pink light as she felt herself sprinkling his tool again and again with the glorious outflooding of her come. “Feeling himself so anointed and being aware that he had discovered a treasure among treasures, Cesar then worked her even more manfully, uttering many obscene words in her warm, receptive ears until in turn the exquisite moment came upon him.

His powerful loins rippled, his tongue drove deep into Bianca's mouth.

Surging his pulsing weapon deep inside her receptive nest, he expelled such a powerful shoot of sperm as made her wriggle her bottom in delight and sob for more. Lost for words himself in his erotic delirium, Cesar could but grunt and moan as the now lustful young creature beneath him caused him to spout and spout again until the thick gruelly substance of his sperm seemed to flood the amourous cave of her cunny and run back in warm trickles down her thighs.” You can easily imagine, my dear Ethel, what an effect the reading and translating of such a tale had upon me! Even so, it was to take an even more wicked turn, as I shall now describe. After further delights between the pair, during which Cesar threaded her yet again, he took her in his carriage to the door of her house, still keeping both her mouth and her pussy well engaged as they jogged along the dark, deserted streets. Arranging then a further rendezvous with her, but ever counselling her to caution and to say nothing to anyone of their affair, he left the dear girl in a highly excited state-so much so indeed that her Mama (who much disapproved of her arriving home so late) was quick to notice signs of disarray in her attire, which is to say that two buttons of her corsage were still undone and that there was a high flush in her pretty cheeks. “As all young ladies know at some time or other”- so continued the writer-“it is one thing to enjoy high excitement and another to find oneself facing a suspicious Mama who knows exactly what signs of wantonness to look for. Being something of a martinet, Bianca's Mama soon drew from the tremulous and now momentarily subdued girl a little-though most certainly not all-of what had transpired that evening between herself and Cesar. Her righteous wrath being aroused (although she herself had done no less in the past), the father was then called down and informed of all, being instructed that he was to forthwith whip some prudence into the wayward girl. “Never having performed such a task before, Bianca's Papa was dubious in the extreme about doing so, but under the urging of his wife he took his daughter's arm and led her sternly upstairs. Reaching her pretty boudoir, he closed the door and gruffly instructed Bianca to prepare herself for the score of strokes demanded by her Mama. Her eyes moist with tears which arose from a mixture of emotions-and not least those which Cesar had aroused-his daughter positioned herself dutifully upon her bed in a kneeling attitude, raised her skirt to her hips and then leaned forward on all fours-causing her fond Papa to blush to the roots of his hair.

“Now for the first time,” the text went on, “Monsieur Piedmont's gaze fell upon Bianca's shapely calves, the inviting swelling of her thighs which of course her black stockings perfectly enhanced. Above, these columns of bliss supported two globular hemispheres, which to his amazement were utterly naked. Such immediate evidence, which appeared to support all that his wife had suspected, cast Monsieur Piedmont into a spell of fury which even the adorable bulbing of his daughter's naked bottom did not dispel. Thereupon, removing his leather belt, he began to lay it in with some relish upon the quivering cheeks which soon assumed a shade of pink that rendered them even more appealing. “Biting her lip and even pushing up her exquisite derriere quite bravely to the splatting sweeps of the leather, Bianca let not a sound escape her, for her pride was great.

Curiously enough this affected her Papa, who wished to hear her squeal. At the seventh or eighth stroke, however, an equally strange transformation made itself felt in the girl. Her hips began to writhe in the most sensuous fashion and her lovely face-being in great part hidden by the clouding of her hair about it-assumed a dreamy look.

“A sweet, warm sensation not unlike that which she had experienced on Cesar's bed began to swim in her belly the more that her bottom cheeks absorbed the swathing heat of the strap. On all fours as she was, Bianca clutched at the bedcover and screwed up her eyes. Spreading her legs a trifle wider, she began to emit soft, appealing moans that mingled with the cracking sound of the leather as it coursed across her wriggling orb. “As we have said, Monsieur Piedmont was a novice in the art of tingling up a young lady's bottom, though by now he was discovering somewhat guiltily that there was a considerable pleasure in the act. This-however warming to his heart and creating a certain tingling in his loins-was yet the least of the sensations now aroused in him, for not only did he view the attractive strawberry hue of his daughters once snow-white nether cheeks-not only did his eyes linger more in the enticing crevice formed by the inrolling of her hemispheres-but with the wider parting of Bianca's legs he gained as well a heart-thudding view of her saucy quim, which lay nested with its rolled lips coyly half-hidden in a bosquet of curls. “For a moment Bianca's Papa strapped her even harder, causing her to wince a little and to tighten her bottom all the more.

Even so, amidst the heat whose long tongues seemed to invade her every crevice, and even despite the mist of tears across her lovely eyes, Bianca felt the blissful approach of her spendings. 'hoo-hooo!,' she moaned aloud, whereat Monsieur Piedmont-fearful that he had overdone the strokes and now in great part hypnotised by the secret visions vouchsafed to him-caused the strap to sweep much more lightly across Bianca's rosy orb, the which she received with a mewing of pleasure and found herself once more moistly wafted into Paradise.

“'Oooooh-oh, Papa!' sobbed she. Then, straightening her legs back so that the sharp heel of one of her shoes actually struck Monsieur Piedmonts shin, Bianca slumped down on to her belly and rubbed her pussy furiously upon the quilt before lying still. So still indeed was she thereafter, and with but her eyelashes fluttering, that her Papa grew fearful she might have fainted and rolled his daughter over on to her back. “Alas or not, as Bianca now found herself in a second immodest posture with her stockinged legs apart and her bush well displayed, so in turn Monsieur Piedmont quite unwittingly caused himself to be exposed in turn. In bending over her, his trousers-lacking the support of his belt-sagged down to his knees.

Thus in her position immediately beneath him, and gazing up under his shirt, Bianca found her vision filled by his pendant balls and a large penis, which in the last few moments had become so turgid with emotion that its size was already doubled. “'Dear heavens!' croaked Monsieur Piedmont, for the privacy with which they were fortunately endowed and the utter wantonness of Bianca's display caused his penis to erect itself fully, making the front of his shirt billow forward.

Perceiving even more then of this unintended parental offering, and observing how thick and veined the gross stem was, Bianca writhed, her hips and-digging the heels on her shoes into the carpet so that she might not slip on to the floor-gazed up at him with such a look of passion as her Papa could scarce believe. “'D… d… dear Papa!' choked she and squirmed her hot cheeks all the more upon the quilt while offering him her most beseeching look. “'My little pet, I have hurt you,' exclaimed Monsieur Piedmont for want of anything better to say as his trousers-with no reluctance whatever-slid further down to his ankles. “At this point, it most be confessed, Bianca's thoughts were equally in turmoil. Just as devils haunt the corners of all our minds, so in that moment she seemed once more to hear the wicked Cesar asking her, 'How many cocks are you going to have in this hot little cunt of yours, my pet?' A trilling sob escaped her then, for she knew she was about to be much naughtier than she had even been with Cesar. “'My b… b… bottom is hot, Papa,' she whimpered and reached up one arm as though to take his hand in order that she might rise. Instead, however- and with all the appearance of an accidental fumbling with the hem of her father's shirt-Bianca took hold of that which she had never even thought to see. In so doing, the movement of her wrist raised the front of Monsieur Piedmont's shirt whereat he experienced not only the sight but also the extreme pleasure of his daughter's fingers being coiled warmly around his erect and throbbing member. “'My darling!' choked he. “'Oh, Papa!' responded Bianca, who nevertheless did not relax her grip and thrilled to feel the pulsing rod of flesh which her slim fingers could by no means fully encircle. Half closing her eyes, she clung to her new possession much like a child with a plaything while a dazed and excited Monsieur Piedmont solicitously raised both her stockinged legs and turned her about so that she lay full upon the bed with her head on her pillow, so drawing him forward with her by means of her demanding grip that in a trice he found himself couched between her shapely legs. “'It is incest, my love,' he murmured throatily as though to explain, to accuse himself and to offer himself pardon all in the same moment. Then with an insensate thrill such as seemed to inject molten lava into the veins of both, the rubicund crest of his stiff cock nudged the pouting lips of his daughter's honey-pot.

“'Yes, Papa,' whispered Bianca, giving her hips a sly wriggle so that with an open gasp from both the nut was inserted. “'Incest,' repeated Monsieur Piedmont, as if he were evaluating the word rather than actually indulging in the act. “'Yes, Papa,' repeated the wanton girl, for not having heard the word before she assumed, not without some reason in the circumstances, that it was an expression of pleasure. Doing as she thought was right, she parted her lips and slithered her tongue within his mouth, making him quiver with unutterable delight as the fervent, velvety tip met his own. To Monsieur Piedmont, the sultry lips of his daughter's quim, already clamped with amourous pleading around the knob of his big, veined tool, now seemed to be drawing him in. Inch by inch the elastic, silky walls of Bianca's lovenest parted to admit his awesome tool. Her arms coiled about his neck, her perfumed breath panting to his own. Raising both stockinged legs as Cesar had taught her to, Bianca crossed them tightly about her father's waist and with a little jerk of her hot bottom brought him finally to sheathe his prick fully in her. “In such moments, even the most mild-tongued of men tend to become so over-excited that all manner of unbidden words come to their lips. The pressure of his daughter's legs was demanding indeed. Her saliva, seeping into his mouth from her luring tongue, tasted as nectar and her belly rippled with pleasure beneath his own. With a helpless gasp, Monsieur Piedmont felt his embedded cock tingling and throbbing as never before, so sweetly clasped was it by the walls of her pussy.

“'You… you bitch! D… d… divine little witch!' he uttered passionately. “Bianca, who would hear such words spoken to her in moments of hot desire many times in the years to come, laughed throatily into his mouth for her own pleasure and excitement were so intense that she could not help herself and surrendered utterly to the moment. “'You naughty Daddy,' she gurgled in response, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones. “A deep groan escaped her sire, who knew he was deeply in sin but could not help himself, so luscious were the sensations of their most intimate embrace. Snorting against the ivory column of his daughter's slender neck, he began to pump her slowly, causing the most dreamy expression to come over Bianca's face. No longer did she kiss him but turned her face on the pillow and simply rocked her bottom back and forth in rhythm with his own fine thrusts, his balls smacking beneath her orb with every stroke. “'Dear sweet my love, I am fucking you,' choked he in utter disbelief and all in one long breath.

“'Mmmmmm…' hummed Bianca pleasurably, and thus affording him no doubt whatever that she was enjoying the forbidden fruit upon which her ardent cunny was gently sucking. “So the incestuous bout proceeded, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but ever rising upwards to the desired peak which both now in their careless lusting sought.

Their tongues again met, moving more freely and lasciviously in each other's mouth. Sliding her legs down and parting them wide, Bianca dug her heels into the quilt. Her bottom urged frenetically back and forth, slipping and sliding upon the soft surface beneath her as the big piston of flesh pumped back and forth, ever nosing up to the root and then drawing out again. “'D… d… do it to me, Papa-come on!' she moaned and clawed his back impatiently, for she wanted nothing more now than to feel her father's sperm gushing up his throbbing tube to expel its liquid treasures within her. Hearing him then pant the more and feeling him work his cock in her more vigourously, Bianca clasped her arms about his shoulders possessively, delighted to have discovered that his big penis was no less doughty than that of Cesar. “Even so-and curious indeed is human nature- some spasm of remorse seized Monsieur Piedmont then. Several times he had felt his nubile daughter crinkle her own tribute around his embedded cock and, now on the very point of coming himself, he withdrew his steaming tool from its clinging abode and with a profound utterance of longing groans expended the first shoots of his come upon her belly, this causing Bianca (for one is bound to tell the truth) to utter plaintively enough her disappointment. “'Oh-ho-no, Papa-oh, you have wasted it!' she wailed and felt her tummy wet and all bedewed. “'I d… d… did not dare, my pet-I know not why,' quivered her Papa while fresh spoutings from his cock flooded over her silken skin. “'You s… s… silly! Oh, you will next time- you will?' she mewed and rubbed herself up against him luringly, at which moment alas her Mama's voice was heard from below calling her errant husband to account. “'Bianca my precious, oh, my love!' uttered Monsieur Piedmont somewhat incoherently. Despite the expenditure of his sperm, he longed to delve his cock up into her nest again, but for the nonce he was put to unseemly haste and rose up from her while Bianca's hooded eyes noted with interest the thick pearls of come that dripped still from his prick. His legs quivering not a little in the aftermath of their torrid bout, her Papa hastily repaired himself, replaced his belt and stumbled to the door. “'You will next time, Papa-you will?' insisted Bianca drowsily, still lying with her legs apart. For though she had come several times herself she had wanted to receive the male emission which she judged to be a maiden's due.

“'Ah yes, ah yes,' responded he. Completely bewildered and bewitched, yet thrilled to the very core of his being, Monsieur Piedmont opened his daughters bedroom door rather hazily and knew himself to be in an entirely new world from that which he had inhabited little more than half an hour before.” Oh, my goodness, Ethel, I dare write no more! It has taken me a full hour to set this down for you, and I confess that I have played with myself a lot while writing it and so delayed the passage of my pen! After your own little revelations, dear, I feel sure that you will now find yourself similarly occupied! So forgive me if I do not add any more news and gossip, though there is sufficient of that, too. I shall be late for Madam's soiree now and will surely feel the birch across my bottom! In much haste and with many kisses (everywhere!).

Your Loving Blanche